The Fuschia Tree
Editor's Note.
This year, The Fuschia Tree's issues tackle 'The Unseen': seemingly invisible and tangential ideas that change the course of our lives. We began the month of February with Love. Of course. The most obvious and the most elusive of the unseens. Our current issue is on the thing that feeds our desire to love: Hunger.
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By Simone Dinshaw, Issue 18, Hunger, February 2013
All this time, we had it backwards. We thought the hunger was the artist’s; the starving artist with the clawing in his core that drives him to create, to fill the empty spaces and silences with glimmers of his own world. The truth is, the artist is the ultimate provider, sending pieces of himself out into the world. And in grass strewn with plastic cups and glowsticks, on the sticky, smoky dance floors, they come to feed. Electronica has finally leaked into the mainstream, and the Indian youth, starved of their fundamental right to party, have nevertheless developed an insatiable taste for it. As the music spills into them, eyes close, bodies liquidate, the center is sated. We only know this side of it – the reprieve of the fed. DJ/ guitarist/ producer/ cerebral agent and one the forerunners of the EDM scene in India, Dualist Inquiry, fills us in on the other side.

Also in this issue

  • Siddharth Kararawal: The Revenge of the Tomato Masher.
    Every human body has a hunger drain. It is the convoluted, elongated, whimsical and indispensable intestine. The hunger organ is quite similar to its relative, the kitchen drain...
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  • Domesticity and its Discontents.

    Most people like basmati. It has those long lines and forms an elegant, loose mountain on a plate. Like an anthill, there is an unusual but somehow pleasing pat to its patterns...
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  • Melon-choly.

    Every time we eat, we encounter a memory. Of grandmothers making a special kind of pickle, left out to dry in the summer sun or perhaps of the delicious aroma of that curry prepared...
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Illusion: Seeing Beyond Seeing
Meaning: In Search of Significance.
Melody: A Different Tune
Rhythm: Ordering Time

Dhrupadi Ghosh is an old friend of mine. We have often had long sessions of adda late at night, discussing her dream projects since her college days at Santiniketan, where she majored in Sculpture.